Bilfur pulls a scroll-case from his backpack and hands it to
Dougal for closer inspection. (Dougal claims to have some expertise with languages, and this is a good test of that ability.) Bilfur has already given the scroll a quick once-over, just enough to determine it is
not any type of Druid spell-scroll.
Dougal clears a table of crumbs and unfurls the contents of the scroll case. There are two pieces of paper inside. The paper is brittle with age, and Dougal has to handle it with great care. Additionally, it has a brownish stain, that makes the writing hard to read. Dougal pulls the lantern closer and tries his best to decipher the script. (He's glad to be doing this on the surface, not in the chaos of the dungeon environment.)
The first two things Dougal notices are big clues: First the documents appear to be
correspondence between two people. It looks like two written letters, with the standard salutation at the top and signature at the bottom. Second the documents are in
two languages, English and a strange runic alphabet. Dougal is clever enough to realize that the paragraph structure and word count of the runic text corresponds to the English text. Therefore he is pretty confident, the runic text is a translation of the English text.
The first letter, the English text is written in ornate, spidery calligraphy, but the runic letters look shaky and un-confidently written. This is what it says:
Oh Great King Under The Mountain,
Please accept our humble TRIBUTE of 12 ürkel-weight finest electrum and 12 of our Spyder-Hobbet slaves to serve you for a year and a day. We greatly desire cultural exchange between our people. The Humans of Hornpype have much to offer, including many exciting advances in the occult sciences.
Spyderously Yours,
Severus Hornpype
The second letter, the runes are written in a strong, bold hand, but the English letters are clumsy.
Puny Human,
What need have we for your inferior mountain-product? We wipe our arses with golden leaf. Our babies suckle diamond pacifiers. Take your B-grade ürkel-bars and shove them!
Spyder club are MONSTERS. Those poor Hobbets, my god!
I poop on your proposal. If we see you in our caves again, it means WAR!
Brecon Smout
King Under The Mountain
Reading all of this is overwhelming for poor
Dougal. His mind reels and he feels slightly more attuned to the occult universe. Some kind of ancient three-way conspiracy between humans, hobbets, and a powerful subterranean race? It boggles the mind!